Christine Lancaster arrived at Hogwarts in her fifth year, leaving behind a scandal that nearly ruined her. Whispers followed her from Madrid to Scotland, but no one knew the truth. At Hogwarts, she rebuilt herself. Sharp-tongued, untouchable, and every bit the Slytherin princess she was expected to be. She wasn't supposed to fall for Draco Malfoy. Yet between secret meetings, war-torn loyalties, and the looming shadow of the Dark Lord, their fates became dangerously entwined. But Hogwarts is no longer safe. The walls are crumbling, the world is at war, and in the end, not all crowns are meant to be worn, and not all curses can be broken. Rankings- #slytherinroyals- 1st #dracom- 1st #deatheaters- 4th #malfoymanor- 2nd #slytherinhouse- 4th No characters are my creation in this story except Christalyn Yessenia Lancaster, Alaric Vicente Lancaster, Lavinia Mariella Lancaster, Maverick Lucien Bellmont, Scorpius Alaric Malfoy, Cecily Juliette Malfoy, Clarissa Rue Malfoy-Lancaster, Marisol Serrano.

To debate between hatred, friendship, love - with a foe, a friend, or a lover.

Toxic Draco. Dumb Lucille. The book with a messy plot full of smut. You might fall in love with Lorenzo Berkshire. Oh, and I wrote this in under a month, so enjoy that *rushed* and *minimal effort* taste. + A book that takes unexpected turns of events. + More than just your regular mature fanfiction. {Half-Blood Prince | Deathly Hallows | Post-War} [Mature Content; Viewer Discretion is Advised; This book is semi-slow burn but once the mature content appears, it's very frequent.| Highest Rankings #1 draco #1 malfoy #1 mature #3 dracomalfoy #7 in fanfiction #9 in louispartridge started: september 30th, 2020 ended: october 23rd, 2020

No one knows who she is. Except him. And he wishes he didn't. When a mysterious transfer student named Sylvaine Nox arrives at Hogwarts for her seventh year, the entire school is thrown into quiet chaos. Cold, calculating, and powerful beyond reason, she's unlike any witch they've seen before. But Draco Malfoy knows exactly who she is. She's the Dark Lord's daughter. A secret so dangerous it was buried even from his most loyal followers, except Draco. He saw her once as a child. And now, here she is, walking the halls of a post-war Hogwarts like a shadow reborn. Sylvaine is not here to make friends. She's not here for redemption. She's here to watch, to judge, and to ensure her father's legacy is never forgotten. And Draco? He wants to hate her. He should hate her. But hate has always been a breath away from obsession.

There he is, stood rooted to the ground just as she is, and he's wearing his problem like it's something he can't decipher. Can't fix. It's raw and bare and violent, and it's scabbed with blood. Dripping with ink. Staining her skin with his. - ❛There was something dire in his eyes. Something brewing, storming in his line of sight. And she was directly in it.❜